“You have to go. Now.”
I watch Elena, all agitated, storming to her bedroom to grab a pair of sneakers. Why did she get so panicked all of a sudden? I figured she was mind-linking just seconds ago, but what the hell is going on?
“Elena, what is it? Are you ok?”
“No, Nate, I’m not ok and I really, really have to go,” she says while grabbing her stuff.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry, Nate, I can’t tell you. It’s complicated, it’s a… a pack issue and… s**t, where the hell are my keys!”
“On the kitchen counter. But seriously, Elena, explain to me!” I insist, completely lost.
But she stays silent, and uses her breath to run in the house, grabbing her keys, a backpack, putting her shoes and a raincoat on, grabbing her phone. When she looks ready to run a damn marathon, she finally turns t
